October 21, 2003
Happy birthday. To me. And by happy, I mean... not so happy. And by me, I mean... me. Happy birthday to me, and that's how it goes. It's petty anyhow. It's the first one away from home. Not only that, it's the first one away from everyone who truly gives a shit. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. It had to happen sometime. I have to grow up, out, away. That's the path of life. Unless you want to be a middle-aged (reborn) virgin living with your parents. And to that, I reply with a resounding "Fuck, no."